Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.